Last Poem From Mars
The heartfelt loneliness of Rover living on Mars can be relatable on earth in this poem.
By Gerry ThibeaultPublished 16 days ago • 1 min read
Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
Unbearable winds beget on
whims and warmth of the sun.
Days and nights scouring depths,
living within the grips of strangers
unlike the ones on mars with its generous
offer of forty more minutes in its day.
Mayflies have only twenty-four hours
to love—I watched one fall from a branch,
it is true what they say about brook trout.
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Gerry Thibeault
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Comments (2)
Thanks so much Aarsh. I’m so happy you like this one. Can you imagine being on Mars alone nobody to talk with and the mayfly doesn’t have a mouth to communicate with but has a job to do. I’m glad it worked for you!!
This is quietly moving. The loneliness of the rover feels very human, especially set against time, distance, and fleeting life. It stayed with me.